Life here is busy for me. There are four kids in this house. Four screaming kids. Moaning kids. Crying kids. Running kids. Kids that get on your nerves at times. Not to mention the one kid that is constantly attached to my boob!
I never have alone time with Superdad. He works Monday through Friday. He has Superdad time to himself.
I work on the computer for blogs and reviews. I have a couple TV shows I watch. I cook. I clean. I just do what has to be done.
We sort of meet in the middle. I think it's the middle. Could be towards the end.
It doesn't matter.
I love Superdad with my whole heart and he loves me. That's something we always know to be true. Yes, we can argue. Yes, we can be so busy we only share a few sentences one day.
It doesn't matter though because I know he'll always be my husband. The one I turn to when times are bad. The one I call to share good news. The one I get angry with because I know he will understand. He's the one that I will love unconditionally forever.
I thank God every day that I met him. I really do. I knew when I first met him that I would be with him for the rest of my life. I knew it.
I guess Superdad is good at leaving me a trail of his love for me. Hmmm, I just had a peanut butter cup trail going through my mind! There's an idea for you Superdad.
I do have a point. I was going through older posts and came across one that made me tear up.
Supermom has requested that I (Superdad?) fulfill my promise to be a guest blogger. In light of her condition, I could hardly refuse. And as she tends to recover from everything so quickly, I figured it would only be temporary.
I can certainly attest to the fact that she really is worthy of the title. Supermom, even in pain, does not like to sit still. And in the time we have been together she's suffered her fair share: two (more) children; twice as many kidney stones; and various other issues to deal with, none of which she's ever really complained about. She has a certain strength of character. (You just know that if she got shot she'd sterilize the wound with whiskey, take a swig and dig the slug out with the paring knife...not because she's tough or trying to prove anything mind you but because it's just what has to be done.) But she's also very kind, patient and loyal. I have learned a great deal (especially about parenting) from her. I feel very humbled when she refers to me in this blog as Superdad because I can't begin to see myself in the same way that I see her (LuckyDad, certainly.) I've got a long way to go to be able to live up to such a high standard. But I married into the title so I'll take it.
I love you Superdad!